I was sitting comfortably at my desk, earning my living, when something tickled my ankle bone. This unknown then began to work its way down between my shoe and foot towards my sole. There was only the thin cotton of my sock protecting me from this unknown thing. I looked, very calmly down at my shoe, and didn’t see anything. There could be no real doubt about it though, there is something in my shoe. I have an unnatural fear of bugs, and while some of you will not understand, the idea of an insect in my shoe makes me uneasy. I have visions of spiders, or ear wigs burrowing down into my canvas. Making themselves at home in my cross trainer, and dining on the only available meat when the urge hits them. Add to this the fact that these shoes are on thier last leg and there is a fairly large hole in the one sneaker I'm focused on. After a slight hesitation, I shoved my finger in between the shoe and sock.
“All clear Capitan”
“Proceed to Shoecom 4”
“Captain, what about the smell?”
“Move it soldier!”
I removed my shoe. Nothing. Nada. I shook the shoe violently; I know that there is something in my shoe!
“Peter…” The Boss!
“Hey Boss” I usually call him ‘boss’ especially when startled, “I was working on that TPS report you wanted for…”
“You okay?” He questioned, eying me with a slight suspicion.
“Oh… my foot hurt…that’s all.” I said, looking as nonchalant as possible. This is a little difficult with a shoe in hand.
Once the coast was clear I attacked my right sided smelly shell with a new ferver. There was something in my shoe. I was now looking for a nylon thread, or similar lifeless explanation. I've had this happen before and I was sure I would find something to explain the uncomfortable feeling from earlier. Nothing. Nada.
I left it off for a few minutes in case whatever was in there was hiding and I would soon catch with my well honed spy skills. I waited and it waited. I waited longer and it waited longer. This worked out much the way you would expect. I decided it was ridiculous.
So I put my shoe back on. It was not more than ten minutes later when something tickled my ankle bone. There is something in my shoe!
It seems you have a problem with prairiewigs, son.
ReplyDeletePrairiwigs are attracted to bleu cheese, and seeing how most New Balances are blue colored and cheese-scented, it stands to reason they are attracted to your shoes.
It's mainly a Connecticut problem, but with all the immigration problems going on and all..well-you know...
HA!!
ReplyDeleteWith an image of prairiewigs in my brain, now I'm really going to have an itching in my shoe!